When you're not looking Bk. 1 (scomiche)

5: On the ride over

Hey everyone. I was bored so I wrote this. Enjoy.

Scott pov

Travis did this to my Mitchie.
He hurt him.
Nobody hurt Mitch and gets away with it.
I will find him and he won't like me.

A few minutes later the paramedics came.
I moved out of the way so they could put him on a gurney.
I explained what happened when I found him, and all of that other stuff.

"Can I ride with him," I asked barely above a whisper.
They said yes.
I got in the ambulance, but I sat with the driver.
I hope Mitch is okay.

We were almost there when the paramedics said
"His pulse is dropping."
I was freaking out.
They were so calm about it. Their voice was calm.
All of the worse possible scenarios popped into my head.

He'll lose his memory.

He'll never be able to sing.

He'll die

That was the thought that sent me over the edge.
A world without Mitch is a world I never want to live in.
Mitch is the most amazing best friend you could ever have.
He will always take care of you.

I remember one time I was coming down with the flu.
Even though he didn't have his shot yet, Mitch stayed with me until I got better.
He made me food, we watch movies in bed (and SpongeBob duh).
We even listened to Beyonce music all the time.

When I went through a tough break up, he would hold me and tell me
"it wasn't meant to be. That if it was meant to happen it would happen."

He always knew what to say. He is amazing.
I love everything about him.
I know Mitch is insecure about himself, but he has no reason to be.
He is so skinny, he hair is always on point, and he sings like an angel sent from heaven.

I was pulled from my thoughts when the ambulance jerked sideways and flipping on its side.

Sorry for the ending don't hate me.
Sorry that it's short.